Wounded

Emperor Wude's pupils suddenly constricted!

Unbelievable!

His protective true force had evolved from the Great Xia imperial family's supreme art. It was inherently a union of offense and defense, exceptionally adept at guarding and shielding.

Moreover, after stepping into the Terrestrial Immortal realm, he had incorporated his understanding of space, making the true force within and without as isolated as two separate worlds.

The Sword Sect's Supreme Sword Art was indeed profound and wondrous.

It possessed the ability to perceive all things.

Yet a junior who had only just entered the Celestial Being realm had actually discerned the gaps in the flow of his, a Terrestrial Immortal's, vital aura.

This still left Emperor Wude utterly incredulous.

Could it be that

this boy truly was a one-in-ten-thousand genius of the sword?

Yet Gu Yiran had always stood alone at the very peak of the contemporary sword path! He was naturally worthy of such a title.

Just as Emperor Wude was shocked.

Gu Yiran, high in the air, suddenly let out a sharp shout. It sounded like the cry of a sword as he drove his own blood essence with all his might, doubling the blade's sharpness once more!

Whoosh!

The fissure in Emperor Wude's true force abruptly spread and expanded before over half of it shattered apart!

With a roar like a blue dragon, he thrust out a palm!

The surging palm force, dragon-like and wrapped in wild gusts of force, struck with a bang and sent the exhausted Ink White sword spinning down.

Gu Yiran, too, was like a kite with its string cut,

falling diagonally from the heights.

Yet Emperor Wude had no time to add another palm strike, for a crimson sword light had already surged toward him like a rainbow of blazing fire,

roiling forth!

And where